Salutations Munto fans! I'm Shugoshugo113 and this'll be my first Munto story (more of a drabble really) Yes, as you can see they are both extremely short! But I'm known for short chapters and lack of descriptions (I just like to get to the point) Anyways, I've finally kicked myself in the butt to finish this for Bebepanda! It's not the best but I try. So on to the drabbles and enough with this author note!

I don't own Munto.

Everyone labels these days "gloomy" or "bad", but I just love them. I love them because I can see the same sky that everyone else does. No more floating islands and no more umbrella since I usually use it on a clear day. I remember when I realized that I was only able to see them.

I was sure that everyone else around me could see them too. No one would directly look at them so I figured they were normal. I'd usually find myself pointing or staring up at them. My friends would try to find them too but never could.

"Silly!" I would tease, "You gotta see things good like me!" Ichiko would give me that funny look while Suzume would frantically look in the sky, "Geez!" I would murmur and run to play some more.

I used to feel sad when the clouds hid the islands, but one day after it rained the islands appeared again.

"Look Mama!" I exclaimed with glee, "The islands came out again!" I giggled and ran in their direction.

"Eh?" my mom called out, I turned to examine her searching the clouds. "I don't see anything, Yumemi." I remember giggling because I was sure she was teasing. Though, I realized something terrible, I stared into my mother's eyes and saw how she really could not see them. Her eyes searched the sky but never stopped moving, not even for a second. I turned my head back up to the islands which were fully exposed now. I had just realized that I was the only one who saw those, those floating islands could only be perceived by me, "Yumemi?" my mother sounded worried now.

I cleverly brought my fist up to my right eye and rubbed it.

"Ah, sorry Mama, it was just dirt." she smiled.

" I see. Well, shall we walk to the park?" I nodded and realized that I'm probably crazy, 'like those bad people on T.V.' I had thought. I became more quiet because of that realization, I was shy and didn't like meeting new people. I started using an umbrella to block the view of the islands.

Which is why I love "gloomy" days, because I see the same sky as everyone around me.

Ever since I was little I would call myself a princess and pretend that a prince was coming to save me. He would have to be tall and handsome, he would also have to be strong enough to carry me. That's what I would love about those princess stories, at one point or another the prince would carry the princess bridal style.

I would always dream about how a prince might wisk me away and we would live happily ever after. Though my life didn't consist of evil witches, or monsters so there was no danger to save me from. Even so, I still wished for my fantasy life.

Even though, I was sure that was impossible; the only thing magical about my life were the islands. I figured it was hopeless for me to get a prince; and yet there was a prince searching for me. He almost died to find me and will protect me at any cost. He's my prince; my Munto.

I apologize for spelling and grammar errors, but please review... please? Please?